DISCLAIMER: As much as it breaks my heart to admit it, I do not own anyone or anything connected to Vince McMahon and his awesomeness. I can only claim property rights of OC.

***A/N – This new series is inspired by David Cook's song "Light On". It's a look into the "private" lives of the superstars as they take a little time to rekindle the spark in their relationships.***

The house was utterly still and dark as Mason Ryan quietly closed the front door behind him. The last two weeks had been incredibly exhausting. The European tour had been one of the best experiences of his life. Experiencing new countries and new people was always a bonus. Life was too short to miss out on genuine experiences that might not be offered again. He was glad to have been a part of something so incredible but nothing could compare to the feeling he got just by walking through his front door. Setting his rolling suitcase beside the door, his dark gaze moved around the living room. Everything was exactly as it should be. The design was simple yet elegant. Heavy leather and wood furniture was balanced by soft touches. As he looked around the room he could see his wife's touch everywhere. From the striped throw pillows to the watercolor painting hanging above the fireplace; he saw reminders of Ava.

Just the thought of her brought a smile. Ava was the love his life. No matter how many women he met, they all paled by comparison. She was the perfect combination of proper lady and sex kitten. From the day they'd crossed paths, he only had eyes for her. He never expected to find a woman as wonderful as she. Every day she gave him another reason to love her. It wasn't that she set out to do exactly that, it was simply part of her charm. With a frown, Mason realized the house was much too quiet. Glancing at the clock sitting on the end table, he saw it was still rather early. Usually Ava was busy dusting or vacuuming. Ava was not the kind of woman to sit still for long. A worried frown crossed his handsome features as he moved through the living room. He paused long enough to look in the dining room and the kitchen. Absolutely nothing was out a place. With a deep sigh, he felt the silence of the house settle around him. It was just his luck that Ava wasn't home. Turning back toward the living room, Mason crossed the wide expanse and moved down a short hall to the bedroom.

The heavy door was slightly open. With a broad palm Mason pushed the door open wide and came to an abrupt stop. Never had he expected the sight that greeted him. Ava lay sleeping in the center of their king size bed. With her cheek pressed against the pillow, her elegant profile was visible. His gaze locked on her soft pouty lips that were ever so slightly parted. It took a great effort to force his eyes away from her slumbering face. The black silk sheets were pooled at her waist, leaving the elegant curve of her slender back exposed. Her long blonde hair was pulled to the side, allowing him an unobstructed view. A low groan welled deep in his chest as his eyes moved over her nude form. He could see the curve of her breast peeking out from beneath the protective cover of her arm. This was an unexpected surprise. Ava was unbearably self conscious about her voluptuous figure and rarely slept au naturale. Seeing her like this, so vulnerable and exposed, brought a rush of heat straight to his loins. His hungry gaze moved up her lithe form as he softly shut the door without looking.

Mason shrugged off his fleece jacket and tossed it across the gray wing back chair beside the door. Without taking his eyes away from Ava, he pulled off his blue T-shirt and tossed it beside the jacket. He made quick work of removing his shoes and socks. Just as his thumbs hooked under the waistband of his sweats, Ava stirred slightly. He froze in place as she made a soft noise and rubbed her cheek against the pillow. Once she settled, Mason tugged off his pants and left them lying on the floor. The chilly air wrapped around him, making him even more aware of the heat flowing through his veins. On silent feet he crossed the room to stand beside the bed. Ava's peaceful slumber continued as Mason looked down at her. God, he didn't realize how much he'd missed her until this moment. Looking down at her reminded him of just how long they'd been apart. Each day without Ava's radiant smile was an eternity. He needed Ava more than he needed oxygen.

Slowly Mason leaned down and placed his palms on the soft mattress. He moved close to Ava, careful not to actually touch her. As he looked down at her, he felt his chest swell with masculine pride. Ava was everything he'd ever dreamed of in a mate. She was intelligent and witty and impossibly beautiful. What attracted Mason the most was the simple fact that Ava had no idea just how beautiful she was. She refused to believe that he found her anything other than ordinary. It had become his life's mission to prove her wrong. What better way to prove his point than showing her just how much he'd missed her over the last two weeks? Leaning over her, Mason inhaled the sweet scent of her skin. She'd recently showered. She smelled so clean and fresh. But underneath that Mason caught Ava's unique scent. It was the scent of a woman. His woman. A low growl rumbled out of his chest as he trailed his nose along her spine.

With just his fingertips, Mason gripped the black sheet and gently drew it away from Ava's body. The sight of her beautiful body made his cock swell. Saints above, Ava was exquisite. His gaze moved over the length of her back and lower to the twin globes of her ass. He didn't care how much Ava complained that her bottom was too round, he thought it was as perfect as the rest of her. A smile tugged his lips as his gaze moved lower, over her firm thighs and long legs. Even her delicate feet were beautiful. Forcing his gaze upward, Mason's gaze moved back to her face. Her expression was not quite as peaceful as it had been moments ago. Instinctively he knew Ava was beginning to wake up.

Ava was having a wonderful dream. After too many days of being apart, Mason was with her. She could feel the warmth of his body along her spine. If she concentrated, she could feel the weight of his body so close to hers. She'd missed him terribly. It was no wonder she was dreaming of him. She'd craved his touch for too long. A soft sigh escaped her as her dream Mason buried his nose in her hair. A smile touched her lips as her dream lover rubbed his cheek against hers. The slight abrasion against her smooth skin made her frown. Usually when she dreamed of Mason, he was clean shaven. How odd that she dream of him like this. But as long, slightly calloused fingers drifted along her spine, she snuggled back into her pillow.

"Deffro, pluen eira." Mason whispered against her ear. Wake up, snowflake.

Ava's eyes fluttered slightly as Mason's voice rumbled against her ear. She blinked slowly, unsure if she was still caught in the midst of her dream. However, all she saw was the blindingly bright light coming from the beside lamp. With a frown her eyes closed again.

A soft laugh escaped Mason as Ava frowned and rubbed her cheek against the pillow. He knew she didn't want to wake up. She hated waking up but he would more than make it worth her while.

"Ava." Mason whispered as he nuzzled the sensitive patch of skin behind her ear. Leaning over her, he slipped his palm beneath her slightly curled hand. Instantly her elegant fingers wrapped around his.

"Mason?" Ava's voice was soft and husky with the remnants of sleep.

"I'm home." Mason said softly as he lifted their joined hands to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss across her knuckles.

Ava shifted in an attempt to face him. His broad palm pressed against the curve of her back, keeping her firmly in place.

"Don't move." Mason's voice was filled with heat as his lips trailed up her arm. He stopped at her shoulder and looked up. Her eyes were still closed and a blush stained her cheeks. She was wide awake now and becoming incredibly responsive. Her back arched as he drew his fingers up her side. He stopped just as his fingers brushed against the curve of her breast. She moaned softly as he carefully moved along the outer edge of her breast before moving upward. Mason's hungry gaze moved over her lithe body. God, just looking at her made him think ten kinds of wicked things. He'd had at least a hundred naughty things he wanted to do her over the last fourteen days. Each of them ended with both of them being limp and sated. But one idea took hold and wouldn't let go. He wanted her exactly as she was, slumber warmed and on the verge of arousal.

Ava whimpered in protest as Mason's gentle caress moved over her spine. She wanted to turn over, to look into his chocolate brown eyes and see the desire reflected there. She wanted to pull his dark head down to hers and capture his lips in a scorching kiss. But he kept her stubbornly in place, not allowing her to move. Her protest turned into a sigh of pleasure as Mason's talented fingers traced down her spine. He took a moment to stroke the twin dimples just above her buttocks before moving lower. The feel of his hand caressing her ass made her sigh in pleasure. God, Mason's hands were incredibly talented. He touched her gently, reverently as he moved lower.

Taking a moment to marvel in the satiny texture of Ava's skin, Mason looked down. Her hips arched into his touch, a silent plea for more. He'd barely begun to explore her and already she was unbelievably aroused. Just the merest caress of his fingers over her flushed skin was enough to put her on edge. Mason sighed as his broad palm swept over the globes over her ass. His finger drew slowly along her cleft. She shivered as his thick finger moved lower, over her puckered flesh and down to her damp folds. The first brush of his calloused fingertip along her feminine petals made Ava startle.

"Shh... let me love you." Mason whispered as he continued to explore her.

A moan broke free as he traced over her hidden pearl. The shiver that wracked her body was answer enough. Ava's thighs parted, allowing him full access. A wicked smile touched his lips as her honey coated his fingers. He explored her slowly, finding the point of pleasure that made her gasp. With a slightly curled fingertip, Mason rubbed over the exquisitely sensitive bundle of nerves. It amazed him that all of Ava's sensitivity was centered in such a small space. As his fingers brushed over the heated nub, her hips jerked in invitation.

"Do you want more, darling?" Mason purred as he lovingly explored her slick entrance. He nudged gently against the tight flesh.

Ava made a soft sound in the back of her throat as his thick finger eased inside her heated depths. Mason's breath left on a hiss as he slowly pushed in to the hilt. Ava's tight channel drew him deep, locking him in her wet heat.

"You're killing me, Ava." Mason praised in a low tone. The feel of her wet warmth suckling his finger was making it difficult to keep up the gentle onslaught.

Squeezing her eyes tightly closed, Ava gave in to the sensations overwhelming her. Mason kept his movements liquid. He pressed deep before slowly withdrawing. Over and over he repeated the delicious friction. The flames of desire licked her spine. Mason was in his element, loving her as only he could. No man had ever brought her this kind of pleasure. Mason was a gifted lover with unbelievable patience. It was times like these when she hated his remarkable control. The press and drag of his finger made her crave more. Restlessly her head tossed on the pillow. She knew better than demanding more. Mason would not be swayed be her greedy demands.

The sight of his hand buried between her silky thighs made Mason's cock throb. With a soft murmur he withdrew from her. Settling his weight on his heels, he took a moment to drink in the sight of her. Her pink sex was dewy and swollen with desire. He'd never seen anything more beautiful. As he looked at her female flesh, he captured his cock with his hand. A gasp left his parted lips as his fingers stroked over the tip. A drop of milky fluid appeared as he squeezed. A shiver of pleasure raced up his spine as he began a slow pump from base to tip and back again.

Unable to bear the exquisite torture another moment, Mason leaned across Ava and pulled open the drawer on the nightstand. Without looking he reached inside and removed a small plastic bottle. Irregardless of how many times he made love to her, Mason insisted on this. He refused to take any chances with Ava's delicate body. The sheer difference in their size was enough to make a man cautious. He was at least twice Ava's size yet she never once complained that he was too much. She accepted him as fully as she could without a murmur of protest. If he could do something to ensure an easy union, he would make it happen. Flipping the bottle open, Mason squeezed the clear gel onto his cock. He watched as the gel melted over his heated flesh, giving his length a slick, glossy coating. With two fingertips he smoothed the lubricant down his aching length and swirled it around the mushroom shaped tip.

Forcing himself to be patient a moment longer, Mason's fingers once again found Ava's slick flesh. He parted her gently, easing two fingers inside. When she gasped in pleasure, Mason smiled. She was more than ready. Ava moaned in pleasure as Mason settled his body over hers. His heavy frame covered hers from shoulder to ankle. She felt the hot press of his cock as it settled in the cleft of her ass. Mason moaned as the thick head of his cock brushed over her aching clit. Her body jerked in response even as her hips arched in invitation. Unable to resist the siren's call of her body, Mason withdrew his fingers and wrapped them around his cock. Gritting his teeth against the rush of pleasure, Mason brushed his honey coated fingers over his shaft. Wrapping his broad palm around the thick length, Mason guided the tip to her entrance.

Her body opened willingly for him, a subtle yielding of flesh. A cry of pleasure broke free as Mason pushed in the first few inches. Her pussy wept in happiness as the thick crown pushed against the tight bundle of nerves deep inside. He withdrew a fraction of an inch and rolled his hips, once again moving against that exquisite pressure point. The feel of Ava's nails digging into the back of his hand made Mason groan. The sharp sting gave him something else to focus on beside Ava's heat as it milked him. They'd been apart much too long and the gentle sucking made him want to spill his seed deep inside her.

Ava panted for breath as Mason held himself utterly still. He was allowing her no more than half of his cock and it made her hungry for more. She wanted everything he had. She wanted him primal. She wanted him to take her with that wild abandon he kept so firmly in check. But she knew he wouldn't allow it. Not tonight. He was firmly in control and he wanted it slow and deep. Glancing up, Ava caught sight of their reflection in the window. Mason's eyes were squeezed shut as he forced himself to breathe. His breath hitched as he exhaled through his parted lips. The sight of his passion flushed face made Ava whimper with need.

The sound of Ava's needy whimper made Mason's eyes snap open. His eyes locked with hers in the glass. By all that was holy, he'd never seen anything so erotic in all his life. He allowed himself a moment to enjoy the sight as he slowly pulled back and thrust deep. Unable to bear it another heartbeat, he gave himself over to the all consuming pleasure. With his eyes closed, it was even more apparently that Ava was a perfect fit. Her delicate hips arched against him, pulling him deeper with every thrust. She trembled beneath him, her body growing tense with need. Her orgasm was nearing. He could tell by the way she followed his every move. She wanted everything he could give her and more. Ava whimpered in protest as Mason uncurled his body from hers. Instantly she missed the hot glide of his skin against hers. His hands were firm as he gripped her hips. Without breaking his grip, he sat back on his heels and pulled Ava against him. She went with him willingly, trusting in his superior strength as he sat in the center of the bed and pulled her into his lap.

He gave Ava the space of a heartbeat to adjust to the new position. Her hips settled over his, taking him to the hilt. A sharp hiss broke free as Ava arched back against him. He allowed her to move on her own, loving the feel of her slick channel gliding over his throbbing cock. Glancing between their joined bodies, he felt all of the air being sucked out of him. Ava's pink flesh was spread impossibly wide by his invasion. Her slender body accepted him completely with each roll of her hips. His hands moved up her side until they brushed against the curve of her ample breasts. Covering the silky flesh, he molded them against his palms. Her tight nipples begged for his touch. He swept his thumb over the puckered flesh and was rewarded with a lusty moan. Using the grip on her breasts, he pulled her flush against his body.

Ava's eyes rolled back as Mason's hand trailed from her breast and over the smooth plane of her stomach. His fingers brushed over her silky blonde curls. The instant his fingers came into contact with her tight pearl, she shivered. He stroked firmly, curling his fingers against her womanhood.

"Cynnyrch i mi, Ava " Yield to me, Ava. Mason demanded softly. His sharp teeth sank into the soft skin of her throat. He suckled her creamy skin until she began to writhe against him.

She whimpered as Mason shifted, sending his cock deeper than ever. Her body shivered in response as he pressed as deeply as he could. The feel of her wrapped so tightly around his aching cock made him grit his teeth in pleasure. He refused to take his pleasure first. Never had he found release before Ava. He would not allow himself to find bliss until she was well and truly pleased. He continued stroking her delicate flesh; sliding her clit between his fingers and squeezing gently. Ava gasped in pleasure as he touched just the right spot. Her world exploded as Mason's fingers rasped over her wet flesh. Her pussy locked on his cock, not allowing him a chance to escape. Her body spasmed in pleasure as Mason pushed harder and deeper. The drag of his cock made her scream.

A curse left Mason on a growl as he fought the urge to empty into her. She milked him like a fist, squeezing like a vise. He forced himself to remain still as she jerked against him, her body quaking as she exploded. Ava sobbed in relief as she fell limply against him. Her nubile body glowed with pleasure as the last waves of orgasm washed over her. Beating back the urge to spill his hot seed took all of his self control. Ava whimpered as Mason eased his straining flesh from her. His hands were impossibly gentle as he guided her to lie down. The instant her body melted into the plush softness of the bed, her thighs parted in blatant invitation.

Ava thought Mason looked like a feral cat as he crawled between her thighs. Her breath locked in her throat as his dark head disappeared between her thighs. The hot, wet kiss he pressed over her core made her tremble. Before she could beg for more, Mason returned his throbbing heat to her. Without warning he thrust deep. Arching her back, Ava took him completely. She knew he was keeping his passion in check. He wanted it slow and deep and he would stop at nothing to get it. The only thing she could do was hook her legs over his powerful hips and hold on for the ride.

Mason buried his face in Ava's fragrant hair. He took her scent deep into his lungs as he withdrew almost completely before plunging deep. Ava's nails dragged down his back and back up again. The stinging please made him pant for breath. God, she had no idea what the simple action did to him.

Biting back a curse, Mason slid his hands under her ass. He tilted her hips to accept him more fully. And take him she did, all the way to the hilt. She gasped as he buried himself deep inside and held himself utterly still. This was a little something he'd picked up in his days in Wales. He'd been a young man when he'd first been shown this trick. The first time he'd tried it with Ava, they'd both exploded into a million tiny pieces.

"Suck me, Ava." Mason softly demanded.

His fingers bit into the soft flesh of her hips as she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders. She pulled his dark head down to her breasts as she slowly, methodically squeezed his cock. The milking sensation set his teeth on edge. The pleasure was unbearable as she squeezed him tight and then relaxed beneath him. Mason knew he wouldn't last much longer. The stinging pressure in his balls told him how close he was. Just as Ava arched her back and clamped tightly around him, Mason exploded. His shout of pleasure drowned out Ava's as she once again found release. Mason emptied to her heated depths, giving her all of himself. His ragged moans echoed around the quiet room as he tried to calm his breathing.

A shiver passed over him as Ava gently smoothed her hands down Mason's broad back. She knew how exquisitely sensitive he was after they made love. His body became one amazingly erotic pressure point. For the next few hours, Ava's touch would be magnified tenfold. Weakly he collapsed beside her. Without withdrawing, Mason tugged Ava until she was sprawled over his sweat slick chest. He smiled up at her as he smoothed a hand over her honey blonde hair. She returned his smile as she leaned her cheek against his hand.

"I missed you." Ava's voice was husky with the remnants of desire. Her passion hazed blue eyes locked with his as she smiled.

"I do believe you did, princess." Mason pulled Ava down for a sweet kiss. His tongue stroked over her dewy flesh. He sighed as he slowly released her. "Give me a while to rest then I'll let you show me again."

Ava's soft laughter moved over him like a caress. The wicked gleam in her eyes told him that it was going to be a very long time before Ava finished showing him just how much she'd missed him.

***A/N – I hope you enjoyed this first installment! Don't forget to review!***